I’m not a big joiner of clubs. To start with, I hate being pigeon-holed, that someone would assume the cut of my jib just from the badge I wear. “Any club that would have me as a member…” etc. Second, I’m am an increasing curmudgeon who only joins things to question its values.
Having been invited to join the Witanagmot Club back in August, I have since resisted. I’m not a “nationalist” other than not being too displeased to have been born in England, but I don’t rule out anyone else, barring the French.
St George is fine, but then he shares his day with my late father-in-law and Shakespeare’s birthday. And I quite like the Cross of St George. It’s my flag and doesn’t make me any sort of ‘ist.
But I’ve nothing against regional government which will probably get me thrown out of the club before I’ve started. Self-determination for the north west, north east or any other combination of letters and compass points won’t work, but I’d love to see a Greater Manchester Parliament.
It won’t happen, it’s been tried before in ’74. Only to be trashed by the later government, taking us back to ineffectual local authorities and all too effectual local politicians.
But I will go for the idea of an English Parliament. That’s something we have missed for too long.